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Updated: May 29, 2025
They had already reached the village when a gust of wind blew Pinocchio's cap off his head and carried it ten yards off. "Will you permit me," said the puppet to the soldiers, "to go and get my cap?" "Go, then; but be quick about it." The puppet went and picked up his cap, but instead of putting it on his head he took it between his teeth and began to run as hard as he could towards the seashore.
And above the turmoil of this reign of terror, is there no word uttered of a Supreme Good guiding and controlling the unloosed ill no word of encouragement, none of hope? If this be so indeed, that man is but the puppet of malignant spirits, away with this life. It is not worth the living; for what power has man against the fiends?
If a man had no hand in his own nature, character, being, what could he be better than a divine puppet a happy creature, possibly a heavenly animal, like the grand horses and lions of the book of the Revelation but not one of the gods that the sons of God, the partakers of the divine nature, are?
With shame I record it, I had already forgotten my own culpable weakness in permitting a dastardly fear of consequences to make me Agatha's puppet and a sharer in her more than questionable dissipations; had forgotten that by every step I had taken with Agatha Geddis I had increased the distance separating me from Mary Everton.
In the birth-room they keep his puppet theatre, and the place is fairly suggestive of his childhood; later, in his youth, he could look from the parlor windows and see the house where his earliest love dwelt. So much remains of Goethe in the place where he was born, and as such things go, it is not a little.
He becomes the puppet of passions which the sane man cannot so much as picture to his fancy, the victim of desire, ever recurring and ever destined to remain unsatisfied; nor is any hallucination more akin to lunacy than the mirage of a joy that leaves the soul thirstier than it was before, the paroxysm of unnatural pleasure which wearies the nerves that crave for it.
When accompanying two beautiful young ladies* with their mother on a tour in France, he was seriously angry that more attention was paid to them than to him; and once at the exhibition of the Fantoccini in London, when those who sat next him observed with what dexterity a puppet was made to toss a pike, he could not bear that it should have such praise, and exclaimed with some warmth, 'Pshaw!
That is bad, my boy, very bad!" And he dried a tear. The legs and the feet remained to be done. When Geppetto had finished the feet he received a kick on the point of his nose. "I deserve it!" he said to himself; "I should have thought of it sooner! Now it is too late!" He then took the puppet under the arms and placed him on the floor to teach him to walk.
I had a horrible, yet pleasurable consciousness that she had gripped hold of my nerves of volition. She was willing me to live. I was a puppet in her hands like the wild tom-cat. At that moment I declare I could have purred and rubbed my head against her knee. I would have done anything she bade me.
She had left the farmhouse so suddenly that the loneliness of parting had not then been forced upon her as it was now; the realization was settling slowly upon the clouded young mind. She was a mere puppet in the hands of an inexorable fate, which had shown her little mercy or benevolence.
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